Well, maybe not "in" the hills. But definitely below them. After our summer heatwave, it got wetter. The ground softened and the moles moved back in. There are several "mole towns" like this in the west and north forties. I have to rake them down before cutting the grass.
Mole hills in the West Forty. The yellow leaves are on our fig tree.
The wind died down over night as the remnants of storm Benjamin move on through. This morning is clear and cold and still. Did I mention cold? It's 7ºC (about 45ºF) out there now.
In other news... Ken and I are both scheduled to get our flu and covid shots over the next few days. I haven't had a flu shot (other than covid) since I don't know when. But being over 65, I think I should err on the side of caution.
I got a serious case of the flu ever year. In 1987, SG and I both got hit at the same time and severely. We lived on the sofa bed in the family room because we couldn’t get up the stairs. Since then, we’ve both always had flu shots. I still get hit sometimes but never as bad as before. That mole damage is astounding.
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